There comes a point at which your hygiene becomes less your problem and more everyone else's:

My old school nurse never seemed to wash - instead she wrapped herself in crepe bandages from the first aid kits. The smell was beyond pungent. If you got ill at school, it was better to suffer than try and explain symptoms whilst only breathing out.

When she was eventually 'let go',they had to strip the wallpaper in her office to get rid of the lingering odour.

How scuzzy have you got? Or, failing that, how bad have people you know got?

Hairy neighbours
my next door neighbours are total cunts from cuntland. If there was a degree in cuntyness, they'd excel. Not only are they obnoxious, loud, thick and generally in-bred, they're also gross. To demonstrate: last summer, I heard the dulcet tones of the thick old git bellowing out in his back garden. I happened to be upstairs in my abode so thought I'd be a nosey arse and see what the smelly old sod was up to. Imagine my horror to see him almost starkers, sat on a stool in the middle of his garden, being shaved by his fat wife? Now, I'm not talking about a shave a la barber shop shave. I'm talking shaving his body. The main makes the fucking yeti look smooth as a baby's bum. This man is covered in wiry, grey hair, all over his hideous body. And his fatty arbuckle wife was merrily snipping away at his hairy body, letting wisps of fur float on the summer breeze, into my fucking garden!!! Filthy, filthy old gits!
(angelica666, Mon 26 Mar 2007, 12:36,
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